Saturday, November 22, 2014

Heath Hill Road, In Dickinson, New York - Part 2

I continued my driving tour of Heath Hill Road (see Part 1, yesterday). The scenery was lovely and couldn't have been more rural:

There were small cottages with outhouses:


And partially harvested corn fields, backed up by woodlands:

There were Winterberry Hollies along the edges of the road, brightening up the landscape with their scarlet fruit:

Rain was approaching and the hardwoods looked mysterious with their bare limbs in the air and their feet beneath a carpet of brassy leaves:

This home looked bundled up for winter and a dog barked at me as I snapped the photo:

I passed a field of corn stubble, with another farm set down in an adjoining valley and mountains off in the distance:

As I neared the highway, I snapped a picture of these Aspens with their yellow leaves:

At the end of Heath Hill Road, I turned onto the small highway toward home and took one last photo of this old, abandoned farm house. How could I not? It set me to wondering of its history, the families who had farmed there and the hardy spirit of this area:

Friday, November 21, 2014

Heath Hill Road, In Dickinson, New York - Part 1

I was taking a driving tour on Heath Hill Road in the town of Dickinson:

The autumn scenery was lovely:

Colorful cattle lay comfortably on soft, green grass and chewed their cuds:

These folks had their winter hay supply stored, and Amish farm equipment was parked outside the barn:

This dirt driveway was lined with Amish corn shocks and one Holstein had escaped. She was finding them to be good eating, all bundled up and just waiting for her:

There were classic old family farms:

And a home under construction with an Amish wagon parked out front:

Two horses, grazing contentedly:

And spectacular autumn scenery behind well kept stone walls. But there was more yet to see on Heath Hill Road, and I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Harvesting Soybeans

The field across the road from me has been planted in a different crop each year - hay, corn and, this year, soybeans. But the plants had turned brown and died a very long time ago and I thought perhaps the owner planned to just plow them under. But early one morning (notice the harvester's lights are on), several truckloads of equipment arrived and began harvesting:

When they were done, I walked over for a closer look. The ground was covered with soybean hulls and shredded stems and leaves. Apparently the harvester takes only the beans, ejecting everything else back onto the field:

The harvester and "cutter" were left in the field, so I got to take a closer look:

I found soybeans still intact where rows had been missed:

This was large, expensive equipment. The cutter reel was thirty feet wide:

Here's a video of soybean harvesting in Michigan:

I looked back across the road at my little place. It looked homey and welcoming - and a lot less work than "real" farming: